Suit & Tie!

(Dylvinci got the code) Fa, Fa, Gang, Fbeee Why these niggas be talking a lot? Holon, draw down, hit yo' top Got a four in my cup, lil' nigga just copped (Plugg) I got too damn high, forgot what I bought Ch-Choppa cook him tater tot Nigga ain't fit in, took him right out the plot New day, new check, it's 12 on the clock I hit a jay, I'm getting to fried I'm steady making hits I don't even try Business attire, got suit and a tie I get fried, don't get tired, I still got drive They said I wouldn't do it, nigga I did it Bro-Bronem tossed me a lil bag, and I flip it Boy you riding in a cab, I ride black truck You either not with the swag, or you with it These niggas don't ever wan' talk about no money I'm getting a bunch I'm fucking these bad bitches by the bunch Freak hoe, eat up the dick for lunch This gas that I smoke it smell like skunk When I leave got the black truck posted out front Niggas acting extra extra, we'll put you on the news I get hoes, by the bunch, don't gotta choose Thought he knew my game, he ain't have a clue R-Red flag on me, but no I'm not Ru' H-Head tap homie, get hit with that tool B-Bad bitch wet, Dasani, pool I remember them days getting kicked out the school Now I'm too up I could buy the whole school Freak hoe, shaking ass, mule Flew her out she off the tabs too, (Yuh, Yuh) Why these niggas be talking a lot? Holon, draw down, hit yo' top Got a four in my cup, lil' nigga just copped (Plugg) I got too damn high, forgot what I bought Ch-Choppa cook him tater tot Nigga ain't fit in, took him right out the plot New day, new check, it's 12 on the clock I hit a jay, I'm getting to fried I'm steady making hits I don't even try Business attire, got suit and a tie I get fried, don't get tired, I Still got drive They said I wouldn't do it, nigga I did it Bro-Bronem tossed me a lil bag, and I flip it Boy you riding in a cab, I ride black truck You either not with the swag, or you with it (On god) (On god) (On god) Fa Fa, Gang Gang Gang Grrta ba ba! (Plugg)